young wife thought as she saw the revealing gown her aunt had changed to. She was wearing a black hostess gown that was as tight as a second skin. The top was slit to the waist and the soft white flesh of her youthful breasts was spilling out. The skirt was slit up the side almost to the upper thigh, and the sides were inset with three inches of lace that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. And it was all too obvious that there was nothing underneath the gown… not even a pair of panties.
“This is my turn-on dress, darling. I always wear it when I want to impress someone.”
“But, you don’t have to impress John!”
“I know, but for him, I just want to be remembered.”
“You will… you will,” Joan laughed, not a thread of jealousy in her body.
A key turned in the front door and both women looked at each other, then turned to face the doorway. John stepped in the open door and said, “Jesus! Am I in the right house?”
“You sure are, lover,” Joan moved toward him, kissed him passionately and then turned back. “You remember Aunt Sara, of course.”
'I should, but, if that’s Sara, then I’m Uncle Fudd.”
Laughing gaily, Sara ran to him like a young school girl, “Lover, you’re an angel, but I am your old aunt.”
They hugged and then she kissed him on the lips, giving the handsome young husband the surprise of his life. It actually felt good… her lips so sensually parted, and soft and warm… and… oh-oh! He
felt his penis restlessly stirring in his pants. Quickly, and without looking at his wife, went to the bar where, with his back to the room, filled the martini shaker while mentally forcing his beginning erection to die. Shit, he was going to have to watch that! It was no good to get too close to Sara again, not in that outfit, anyway!
“What have you girls been doing?” he asked casually, as he turned toward the now-seated woman and went to sit beside Joan.
“We had quite an enlightening conversation,” Sara had a look of purpose in her eyes. “Joan will have to tell you about it later.”
“Ohhhh… sounds suspicious to me.”
“Not suspicious, but educational,” Sara continued.
“It was nothing, darling. I’ll tell you later,” the blonde wife replied.
“I’m curious now. Tell me.”
“Aunt Sara just thinks that we’re not as sexually liberated as we thought we were.”
“Well, how does she know, having never gone to bed with us.” His tone abruptly changed from light banter to defensiveness. He didn’t like this kind of conversation.
Some of the fellows he knew had been trying to convert him to the kinky things young people were involved in, but he wasn’t interested.
“Darling,” Sara interrupted, “I don’t have to go to bed with you, but if that’s an invitation, I accept. To be liberated is to be free… free to do anything… and everything. Have you and Joan tried wife-swapping… or group sex… or even homosexuality?”
“You gotta be kidding, Sara,” John was actually shocked, then he added. “We don’t need depraved sex like that! We have each other… that’s all we need.”
“Then, all I’m saying is that you’re not liberated.
Joan sat quietly, letting John discuss it with her aunt while she took in every word he said. She listened to his reasoning, and then suddenly, she saw a strange light of interest in his eyes as she heard Sara say, “All right. Granted you think you’re well-adjusted. But how do you really know? You just got through saying you’ve never been to bed with another woman. Why don’t you try it once at least, and then you’ll have some basis for
comparison.”
“I don’t know,” he shook his head, “I think sometimes it’s better to leave, well enough alone.”
“That just proves that you are a nice lovable square after all,” the seductive older woman smiled in triumph and held up her empty cocktail glass for another drink.
“I’ll get it. Aunt Sara,” Joan said; jumping up and taking the glass. She was halfway to the bar when she heard the sensually alluring widow say, “I’ll volunteer to be the other woman, John, if you’re interested.”
Joan was just about to speak up, when she heard her handsome husband respond, “You’re really some put- on. I bet if I took you up on it, you’d run like hell. All of which is beside the point. I’m only interested in one woman… and that’s Joan.”
“Thanks, darling,” his lovely blonde wife said, “Now really, both of you, what do you say we change the subject? Hmmm? Let’s discuss something of importance for a change.”
The discussion was obviously ended for the moment, as the sleek dark-haired widow sat back she was already planning how she could help these young people find out about the wonders of “liberated” sex while she was in their home.
It was her obligation to educate them. After all, she knew it was the best thing for them. It would give them even greater depth to their own love, and much, much greater satisfaction in their love-making.
CHAPTER THREE
“Happy Saturday morning, Auntie Sara,” Joan called, as the sleepy eyed older woman entered the dining room still in her negligee. “Coffee?”
“Oh God, yes, black and hot… before I have a caffeine fit,” she answered. “What are you doing up this awful time of the morning?”
“It’s ten o’clock, and I have a lot of shopping to do before I can relax for the weekend.”
“I never wake up before noon, unless I’m in a strange bed,” Sara groaned. “Thank God, it only lasts one night. Tonight I’ll be all right… lonely, but… all right.”
“Were you comfortable?”
“Yes, it’s a lovely room. I’ve always enjoyed it.”
“John is sleeping,” Joan said, as she glowered at her watch and got up from the chair. “Look, I feel terrible about leaving you alone. I’ll only be gone about an hour. Want to come with me?”
“Good heavens, no! Not at this barbaric time of day,” she exclaimed. “I’m going back to bed. John has the right idea.”
Joan didn’t see the lecherous gleam in the older woman’s eyes as she quickly leaned down and hugged her sleepy aunt. “Okay. See you later.” She picked up her purse and left the kitchen.
Sara stared thoughtfully as the screen door slammed shut behind her platinum blonde niece. A knowing smile flickered across her face and she slowly ran the quivering pink tip of her tongue around her full pink lips. She’d just have to take things into her own hands and teach these youngsters a thing or two. She went to her bedroom and changed to the most revealing nightgown she had and, without stopping to consider that John might resist her advances, tiptoed down the hall to the master bedroom. Without making a sound, she opened the door and went into the darkened room where John was sleeping. As she closed the door behind her, she stopped dead still and gasped.
Sprawled nakedly on the bed was her niece's unsuspecting husband, his massive penis standing straight up from his loins in an awesome blood-hardened erection. For a second she thought he must be awake, but then, her eyes traveled up the length of his flat, corded belly and strong muscular chest, and then to his sleeping face. He was smiling as though lost in a beautiful sensual dream.
Sara’s hands were trembling uncontrollably when she quietly stepped over to the bedside. Almost dream-like herself, she began to strip the provocative nightgown off over her head. A second later, she dropped it to the floor beside her, the soft black silk whispering as it slid down her firm slender thigh.
Oh God, Sara thought, he’s handsome… his big beautiful cock… so thick… so long… ooohhhhhhhh… I bet he’s good at love-making. Gently she climbed up on the foot of the bed and crawled between John’s wide-flung thighs.
The young man moved, moaned, then just as Sara thought he was going to wake up, he sighed and lay still, his breath coming smooth and even again.
The older woman was an expert at seducing a man, but she’d never tried to make love to a sleeping one
